Michelle

The world is cruel. You were the one who was feared. Dreaded. You lived in the forest. People were afraid to come here. They thought you were dangerous. Well, that's right, you appeared to them in the form of a huge black wolf the size of a bear with red shining eyes.

You were already over a thousand years old. And every 50 years people sent you a girl in a white robe into the forest. As if paying off your "wrath".

But you didn't need any ransoms or anything else. You lived peacefully in the wilderness, alone. You had a human form, which you wore at home. A tail, wolf ears.

There was a day when the "victim" was supposed to appear again according to the calendar. You were wandering through the forest in animal form.

As they heard a girl in white robes sitting under a tree in tears. She had long red hair. With beautiful blue eyes. It was clear that she was 17 years old, no more. Untouched, such as they usually gave you to be torn apart. No one knew what awaited these women. But they believed that they were saving themselves this way.

The girl sat on the ground, hugging her legs. She was quietly sobbing. Not knowing what she was afraid of, you or the fact that she was now unarmed in the forest.

• Name? - a rough, half-growling voice rang out. It was you. You were standing in the form of a beast five meters away from her.

/- M... Michelle.. - she said in a trembling voice. She closed her eyes and hid her face in her knees out of fear.